Talia was in an uncomfortable situation. She was out in Avanthal when someone who knew her and her father asked her if they could make him two door hinges.
"Sure thing. I said...He'll make them for you, I said..." Talia grumbled as it was she who was at the forge today.
"Quit your griping. You said you would do it." Her father retorted.
Talia faked a sob and they both laughed a little bit. Kylan nods and walks out for a bit, trusting Talia with the forge.
She heated the metal and used her tongs to pull it out and onto the anvil, hammering it into shape. Time passes by and she had finished. She had made a....a....wait....what in Morwens divine name is THAT?
It was something she screwed up to the point that is an abomination of blacksmithing. It didn't look like a hinge. It didn't...smell like a hinge. What is a hinge supposed to smell like anyway? It was an unidentifiable mass of metal, and it was brittle. Well two things were wrong here: One, the fires weren't hot enough, and two, Talia wasn't quite sure how to make door hinges and her father was no longer in the hold. Her eyes flash gold for a split second as she tosses it into the nearby junk bucket.
Confident that she would get it right this time, the flames of passion lit in her eyes!
She worked faster than before, heating the forge to just the right heat before casting the metal into it with her tongs.
She pulls out the white hot sheet of metal and splits the end, hammering one half of the end so it points perpendicular to the sheet metal. Using the horn of the anvil, she hammers the other split end to curve it into a sort of fashionable loop, and then uses the heel to force the perpendicular end into yet another loop, but closed the end. This is where the nail would go. The other end receives the same treatment after heating it up again. For the side that goes on the door itself, it gets to be a bit plain. No decorations, just sheet metal with those loops.
There, one complete door hinge; her first door hinge. Talia swells with pride as she moves on to the next one. She only needed to make one more of acceptable quality but she ended up making three more to make sure she did it just right, and she only screwed up two more times. Once because she made the fire too hot and another because she hit it too hard one too many times. Something tells her that her client will be happy with this.
"Sure thing. I said...He'll make them for you, I said..." Talia grumbled as it was she who was at the forge today.
"Quit your griping. You said you would do it." Her father retorted.
Talia faked a sob and they both laughed a little bit. Kylan nods and walks out for a bit, trusting Talia with the forge.
She heated the metal and used her tongs to pull it out and onto the anvil, hammering it into shape. Time passes by and she had finished. She had made a....a....wait....what in Morwens divine name is THAT?
It was something she screwed up to the point that is an abomination of blacksmithing. It didn't look like a hinge. It didn't...smell like a hinge. What is a hinge supposed to smell like anyway? It was an unidentifiable mass of metal, and it was brittle. Well two things were wrong here: One, the fires weren't hot enough, and two, Talia wasn't quite sure how to make door hinges and her father was no longer in the hold. Her eyes flash gold for a split second as she tosses it into the nearby junk bucket.
Confident that she would get it right this time, the flames of passion lit in her eyes!
She worked faster than before, heating the forge to just the right heat before casting the metal into it with her tongs.
She pulls out the white hot sheet of metal and splits the end, hammering one half of the end so it points perpendicular to the sheet metal. Using the horn of the anvil, she hammers the other split end to curve it into a sort of fashionable loop, and then uses the heel to force the perpendicular end into yet another loop, but closed the end. This is where the nail would go. The other end receives the same treatment after heating it up again. For the side that goes on the door itself, it gets to be a bit plain. No decorations, just sheet metal with those loops.
There, one complete door hinge; her first door hinge. Talia swells with pride as she moves on to the next one. She only needed to make one more of acceptable quality but she ended up making three more to make sure she did it just right, and she only screwed up two more times. Once because she made the fire too hot and another because she hit it too hard one too many times. Something tells her that her client will be happy with this.